Poems about Children
#children
Poems about children and parenthood, the love and responsibility of having children. Poetry about raising children in society, and the influence family and social pressures have on their development.
A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:31am
Yesterday 00:31am
Men in Office
You're all going to hell.
How can you sit and let children rot in a prison cell?
Kids, little babies, teenagers who can't fend for themselves are your victims.
They can't help where they came from.
If they could, they'd be fed with a silver spoon.
How can you sit and let children rot in a prison cell?
Kids, little babies, teenagers who can't fend for themselves are your victims.
They can't help where they came from.
If they could, they'd be fed with a silver spoon.
#children
#abuse
#politics #tragedy
#politics #tragedy
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LiamReeduus
LiamReedus
LiamReedus
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2019 9:16pm
22nd Jun 2019 9:16pm
The power of you
Right right left
Her little pink gloves fly
Keep your guard up
Always look them in the eye
I’m not just doing this to see you fight
I’m training you to be ladies
You don’t need a man
He must earn his spot to call my babies
You won’t need him to fix your car
We got that don’t we girls
He doesn’t have to defend you
Your hooks will rock his world
One day you will want your own
I won’t stand in your way
I want you to be happy no matter what
Daddy loves you always
You smart...
Her little pink gloves fly
Keep your guard up
Always look them in the eye
I’m not just doing this to see you fight
I’m training you to be ladies
You don’t need a man
He must earn his spot to call my babies
You won’t need him to fix your car
We got that don’t we girls
He doesn’t have to defend you
Your hooks will rock his world
One day you will want your own
I won’t stand in your way
I want you to be happy no matter what
Daddy loves you always
You smart...
#mother
#children
#family
#daughter
#responsibility
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6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
21st Jun 2019 11:03am
21st Jun 2019 11:03am
Nostalgic Echoes
Stuck in a time paradox, a tunnel, a box,
As “the wheels on the bus go round and round…”
Me: Wally, please pick up your toys, I don’t want to repeat myself.
2007 Wally: What?
Me: I said I don’t want to repeat myself…
2016 Wally: …BUT YOU LEFT US!
Me: I didn’t leave you, I’m here! When you’re older you’ll understand…
(Me struggling to take a picture of a one, a two and a four year old)
2005 Wally: Cheese poppa, cheeeese. (Camera click) Let me see!
Me: I’m sorry I haven’t been there like I should
2013 Wally: That’s ok...
As “the wheels on the bus go round and round…”
Me: Wally, please pick up your toys, I don’t want to repeat myself.
2007 Wally: What?
Me: I said I don’t want to repeat myself…
2016 Wally: …BUT YOU LEFT US!
Me: I didn’t leave you, I’m here! When you’re older you’ll understand…
(Me struggling to take a picture of a one, a two and a four year old)
2005 Wally: Cheese poppa, cheeeese. (Camera click) Let me see!
Me: I’m sorry I haven’t been there like I should
2013 Wally: That’s ok...
#children
#memories
#nostalgia
27 reads
2 Comments
Teeya
Poem Published
19th Jun 2019 7:21pm
19th Jun 2019 7:21pm
The Ambivalent Mother
And they became
who they were;
manifestations of the Creator,
tiny vessels of His presence
cultivated inside me,
within me,
conceived in my womb;
the fruits of me
nourished by
the fruit of me
before life
beyond my being
would become
their own
And they were
who they had become;
myself…my selves
fractions of me,
addends of we,
divided into wholes
mirroring
multiples
of yester’s day,
today, and
tomorrow;
reflecting
who I was,
who I am,
and who
I...
who they were;
manifestations of the Creator,
tiny vessels of His presence
cultivated inside me,
within me,
conceived in my womb;
the fruits of me
nourished by
the fruit of me
before life
beyond my being
would become
their own
And they were
who they had become;
myself…my selves
fractions of me,
addends of we,
divided into wholes
mirroring
multiples
of yester’s day,
today, and
tomorrow;
reflecting
who I was,
who I am,
and who
I...
#love
#children
#emotional
42 reads
6 Comments
RexDurkin
Poem Published
14th Jun 2019 1:38pm
14th Jun 2019 1:38pm
Fashion
There once was an English bureaucrat
Who liked to take dumps in his hat
He’d stick it up on his crown
And let it drip down
That’s simply the way that he shat
He bragged 'bout it to his girlfriend
Who insisted his smell did offend
But she came around
The moment she found
Out his hat-toilet had become a new trend
She figured that she’d join her man
So on her head she perched a hat dunny can
They’d get many compliments ...
Who liked to take dumps in his hat
He’d stick it up on his crown
And let it drip down
That’s simply the way that he shat
He bragged 'bout it to his girlfriend
Who insisted his smell did offend
But she came around
The moment she found
Out his hat-toilet had become a new trend
She figured that she’d join her man
So on her head she perched a hat dunny can
They’d get many compliments ...
#children
#funny
#admiration #respect
#admiration #respect
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beanbandit
Poem Published
14th Jun 2019 00:56am
14th Jun 2019 00:56am
Know me
Would you like to know me? Ain’t nothing Disney. If you visit me, would you leave cause my twins were throwing tantrums while we had grown up conversations about nothing at all, except for maybe the woes of the world around us, over a cup of coffee too sugary sweet?
Would you stick around through the lived in hamster cage like smell of 5 children , 3 of them teens and 2 of them toddlers who were learning the ins and outs of hygiene? would you stay through the little spats of disagreements that happen from time to time, cause nobody’s perfect, even thought they would be soon resolved,...
Would you stick around through the lived in hamster cage like smell of 5 children , 3 of them teens and 2 of them toddlers who were learning the ins and outs of hygiene? would you stay through the little spats of disagreements that happen from time to time, cause nobody’s perfect, even thought they would be soon resolved,...
#children
#home
#fatherhood
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4 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
13th Jun 2019 5:44pm
13th Jun 2019 5:44pm
Little baby nothing
Momma nothing, your baby has got the blues.
These tears I weep are the only way I can speak with you.
Little empty of feelings, little crazy days in Hell,
For little baby, waiting for an angel, to help me clean myself.
Couldn’t find the words to speak,
‘Take this dummy out of my mouth.’
Pacify your little baby nothing;
Oh my Goddess, why can’t you help me out?
Silence breaks the screaming; nothing left to shout about,
Or let out.
Full of gas. A giggle laugh.
All these things which I am scheming;
Got to find a...
These tears I weep are the only way I can speak with you.
Little empty of feelings, little crazy days in Hell,
For little baby, waiting for an angel, to help me clean myself.
Couldn’t find the words to speak,
‘Take this dummy out of my mouth.’
Pacify your little baby nothing;
Oh my Goddess, why can’t you help me out?
Silence breaks the screaming; nothing left to shout about,
Or let out.
Full of gas. A giggle laugh.
All these things which I am scheming;
Got to find a...
#depression
#children
#parent
#family
#silence
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PoetryRain
Poem Published
13th Jun 2019 1:52pm
13th Jun 2019 1:52pm
Through The Eyes of a Child
Oh, but to see through the eyes of a child
To behold all the wonders they see
With inquisitive minds and open hearts
With the confidence to be ~ all they can be
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Oh, but to see through the eyes of a child
With a child’s clarity
With the ability to behold things as they are
Without prejudice and bigotry
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To see again, through the eyes of a child
To view life ~ optimistically
Where dreams are allowed to flow unchecked
Where minds are still open and free
...
To behold all the wonders they see
With inquisitive minds and open hearts
With the confidence to be ~ all they can be
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh, but to see through the eyes of a child
With a child’s clarity
With the ability to behold things as they are
Without prejudice and bigotry
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To see again, through the eyes of a child
To view life ~ optimistically
Where dreams are allowed to flow unchecked
Where minds are still open and free
...
#children
#inspirational
#TruthOfLife #wisdom
#TruthOfLife #wisdom
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2 Comments
Ragnar
Poem Published
12th Jun 2019 10:40pm
12th Jun 2019 10:40pm
Fathers, Appreciate the Smiles
Today, I had the opportunity to spend the entire day with my almost 6 year old son Ryder.
I made it his day completely.
Whatever he wanted to do, we did.
I offered him several suggestions but, he had his heart set on a path for the day, so, off we went.
First, he wanted bagels with myself and his Nana and Poppy.
We picked up some, went over to my parents house and surprised them with bagels and coffee and there were a ton of smiles from my boy.
Next, he wanted to go bowling.
So, we went to the bowling alley and played two games with each other and...
I made it his day completely.
Whatever he wanted to do, we did.
I offered him several suggestions but, he had his heart set on a path for the day, so, off we went.
First, he wanted bagels with myself and his Nana and Poppy.
We picked up some, went over to my parents house and surprised them with bagels and coffee and there were a ton of smiles from my boy.
Next, he wanted to go bowling.
So, we went to the bowling alley and played two games with each other and...
#children
#fatherhood
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2 Comments
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
11th Jun 2019 00:38am
11th Jun 2019 00:38am
Child
The sound of crickets leach rhymes from the sage
While a child of God walks a crooked trail,
Through the hills where the lingonberry bush
Hides a young moon’s light that’s high in its pale.
A tender lilting scent of lilac swoon,
The labor of the child in cotton’s flow.
She strives to reach the lakeshore levee soon;
The Liberty will dock at dawn’s first crow.
In a shop, it smelled of wax on the floor,
Saw loom above at the top of the stairs.
She’d heard tell, never had seen one before;
A Laodicean- indiff’rent of...
While a child of God walks a crooked trail,
Through the hills where the lingonberry bush
Hides a young moon’s light that’s high in its pale.
A tender lilting scent of lilac swoon,
The labor of the child in cotton’s flow.
She strives to reach the lakeshore levee soon;
The Liberty will dock at dawn’s first crow.
In a shop, it smelled of wax on the floor,
Saw loom above at the top of the stairs.
She’d heard tell, never had seen one before;
A Laodicean- indiff’rent of...
#children
#God
#angels #spiritual
#angels #spiritual
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4 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
10th Jun 2019 6:45pm
10th Jun 2019 6:45pm
ADDITION BY SUBTRACTION
A manx is a cat with no tail
Some see this as a feline fail
But human offspring
Can sometimes be mean-
Reach to grab, but to no avail!
Some see this as a feline fail
But human offspring
Can sometimes be mean-
Reach to grab, but to no avail!
#children
#cats
#limerick
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2 Comments
SkyeCebh
Poem Published
8th Jun 2019 9:48am
8th Jun 2019 9:48am
Future gifts.
To be Vessels of Selflessness
we're understanding that
through birth is our future unfolding;
carried upon the shoulders of guiltlessness;
through minds of inoffensiveness;
embraced by hands of innocuousness
and immersion..
In..
a world weaved through universal beholding;
we're creating with a heartfelt devotion;
touched by soul-moving adoration;
passing timeless connection;
for non-religious veneration
and amazement..
With..
our Beings' undeniable amorous Calling;
by...
we're understanding that
through birth is our future unfolding;
carried upon the shoulders of guiltlessness;
through minds of inoffensiveness;
embraced by hands of innocuousness
and immersion..
In..
a world weaved through universal beholding;
we're creating with a heartfelt devotion;
touched by soul-moving adoration;
passing timeless connection;
for non-religious veneration
and amazement..
With..
our Beings' undeniable amorous Calling;
by...
#love
#children
#birth #spiritual
#birth #spiritual
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4 Comments
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